Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
UT,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.